Zara stepped into his office, her hands trembling despite her effort to steady them. She had braced herself for an encounter with an old, stern man but to her dismay, the man behind the desk was in his late thirties. Youthful, composed, intimidating in a quieter way. It did nothing to ease the fear curling in her chest. If anything, it made it worse.
Victor was surprised when an employee walked into his office. Usually, no one dared. His presence alone was enough to keep people away.
She hesitated, then lifted her gaze to meet his.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. “My name is Zara. I work in the finance department.”
“Zara?” he repeated, studying her. “The one who helped us win the contract… against Dante?”
She nodded.
A faint smile crossed his face. “Oh. It’s nice to finally meet y
